The haphazard, sporadic, and ill-advised braindump of a middle-aged, rather reclusive composer/arranger in New York City; Wiccan, would-be chef, übergeek, latent Scottish person, vegan, synesthetic [music:color]; generally summed up as bald, semi-squidgy, of middling means, and gay as a paper hat.
write me at maddux david 5 2 9 at g mail dot com [nix the spaces,k?]
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Here you'll encounter a wide range of sorry items, none of which, fortunately, is of the slightest consequence nor in danger of generating any interest whatsoever.
Reduce your expecations.
You'll be fine.
Lord of all the wildlands
Warrior and poet, the rising grain and the shining blade,
As I have partaken of Your strength and surety
So may I carry them with me
And share Your blessings with all the world.Father of the Daybreak,
Divine Friend,
I am, as always, in Your service.Blessed be.